the price of progress

it’s been awhile.

i think i only have six remaining windows to clean and four rooms of baseboards. we had the carpet professionally cleaned on Monday and we still have incontinent dog stains. we have 325 square feet of new sod (and associated top soil) in our backyard. we have a relatively clean pool, four new cartridge filters, and an appointment for service (still no pressure) next Tuesday. we have furniture to move North, and a U-Haul reserved to move it North, and furniture to donate moved to the garage. the house goes on the market tomorrow.

we’re making progress.

Peanut is quite active. today’s check-up had me topping out at 163 lbs (more than when the Punkin was born … bummer) and 123/61. i have a three week hiatus from doctors appointments, and then i start back at two week intervals. it’s kind of a mini vacation, don’t ya think? in three weeks, my doctor wants me to register at the hospital. here we are, scrambling to get el Jefe’ organized and moved up North, and his response was “cool. then i can move back home.” but where is home?

it has not been smooth sailing by any means. i completely lost it on Saturday and was hysterically yelling and crying in the parking lot of Applebee’s (which seems to have a corporate policy against balloons which continues to break the Punkin’s heart, so much so that i believe Red Robin is now his favorite restaurant …). El Jefe’ offered to quit and cancel the move. this is the second time he has made such an offer. i’m not even tempted to take him up on it; it’s not what i want. i’m just worried, and stressed out, and exhausted, and there are so many things out of my control.

and we’re spending money like water.

fortunately, my doctor told me today the Peanut doesn’t know if i’m happy or sad, stressed or depressed.

thankfully this is one thing i am just doing to myself.